damn these stories

This is a small collection of stories. I like to write in hand, guess I'm just more old school, so this is what I've come up with. * I apologize for the spelling and grammar, English is my second language (not that I'm very good at grammar in any language at all, hah)

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31. Darkness

"Do you always wear black?" he asked in a quiet voice, so that she almost couldn't hear him for the silence still ringing in her ears.

"Not always..." she said. "Just when I feel like it."

"Which is always basically?"

A grin came over her face, and it would have looked good on her, if she hadn't been wearing so much eyeliner. He licked his finger and traced it under one of her eyes to rub away the smudge that had formed there.

"I'm so happy you're here," she said and they were quiet for a while, just enjoying each others presence, until she said something that made the silence feel pressed again. "But you know I won't always be."

She regretted saying it, even though it were the truth. He already knew, but she felt like she were pressing their situation every time she said it aloud. But sometimes when being together with him, she got sad thinking about it. She didn't want to be so happy, because she knew that someday she would be the exact opposite. She would rather just continue always being something in between those feelings, because that were where she felt that she could stop pretending to be something she weren't.

He sat there staring into nothing for a while, even when she interlaced her fingers with his, he didn't say anything. After some time she simply just closed her eyes and scooted in closer to him, putting her free hand on his arm and feeling the warmth emanating from his body, she smiled a little and slowly she felt the darkness of sleep taking over her body, as she lay there happily breathing in the familiar scent of love.

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